I didn't expect much when Connor Sharpe followed me back.
Just some random notification while hanging out with my best friend.
But one simple "hi" turns into something neither of us saw coming.
A couple of years apart, different grades, and a millio...
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I was really sleepy.
Like, the kind of sleepy where opening your eyes feels like an extreme sport and checking your phone is more about muscle memory than intention. My hand fumbled around the nightstand, knocking something over-probably Yumi's lip balm-before I finally grabbed my phone.
A faint buzz in my palm. I blinked at the screen.
1 new message Random Boy From Tiktok: good morning! 🌞
My brain short-circuited.
I stared at it like it was in another language. Then reread it. Then stared again. And suddenly, I was wide awake.
Connor. Connor freaking Sharpe texted me good morning.
I didn't even respond right away. I just laid there, brain buffering like a 2009 YouTube video on bad Wi-Fi. My thumb hovered over the screen as I tried to find a reply that didn't make me sound like a sleep-deprived fangirl spiraling at 6 a.m.
But before I could reply, Yumi rolled over and groaned. "Why are you breathing so loud?"
"I'm not breathing loud," I whispered dramatically. "I'm experiencing a spiritual event."
She cracked one eye open. "Him?"
I nodded slowly and turned the screen so she could see. Her face went from sleepy blob to full squeal-mode in two seconds.
"'Good morning'?! That's flirting. That's basically a proposal."
"Stop," I whispered, but I was already smiling.
I replied with a casual:
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Yumi watched me type with narrowed eyes. "Okay, that's cute. But you need to get up or we're gonna be late."
Right. School.
I groaned and flopped back dramatically onto the pillow. "I don't wanna goooo."
"You say that every morning."
"I mean it every morning."
But I dragged myself out of bed anyway. Half asleep, I brushed my teeth and my hair then slipped into my hoodie like a walking ghost. My brain? Still spinning from one text:
